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Metamorphosis
A Story by
Omily
I'm writing this as I come off of a terrible acid trip. No hallucinations, or just barely. I mean, with acid, you've got to have some hallucinations..
Withdrawals
A Poem by
Omily
I don't need any mind altering chemicals To enhance the experience Of being with you. I get that kind of high That comes with Obsessive infatu..
Hollywood Conditioned
A Poem by
Omily
I must be in a movie Because sometimes I hit pause And I'll taste the rewind Like a bittersweet treat That can give you food poisoning Or give..
Transparency At Its Finest
A Poem by
Omily
I am a glass menagerie Allof the time And mostly I reap the fruits Of falsehood Like a manipulated assembly line Of mutilated expressions Scr..
The Poisonous Bubble
A Poem by
Omily
It's like when articulation becomes just another word Lodged between lips locked shut It's like the curse of the writer when you have a bird In ..
Hate Child
A Poem by
Omily
Let's spit words at each other Until they grow and pile into offspring Like a love child, but more like a hate child And it's teething so it gnaw..
Your Work of Art
A Poem by
Omily
I am neutral clay waiting for your hands to mold me So make me something Shape me to fulfill your magical imaginary Surreal unbelievable fantasy ..
White Dwarf Fog
A Poem by
Omily
Star studded fogs start to pass When those fireballs vaporize Into petty white dwarfs And you feel like you've jumped on a train That you used t..
Wings Can Heal
A Poem by
Omily
I am not a sad, wounded puppy Like you flatter yourself to believe I am a Peregrine falcon A predator, kindred In heartlessness to the sirens T..
That S****y, Sucky Feeling
A Story by
Omily
“The sun’s coming out,” my mom said cheerfully, smiling peacefully as she stared out the screen door at that brightening golden or..
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